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I need the inches.

 

[ gasps ]

 

[ chuckles ]

 

I'm not sure
this is such a good idea.

 

Look,
either R.A.O. Incorporated

 

is throwing
a Valentine's Day party

 

for their workers
behind this wall

 

or they are running double
shifts on a Saturday night --

 

a total union violation.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Lois, I'm sure someone

 

is keeping an eye
on this situation.

 

[ alarm blaring ]

 

Bingo.

 

[ sighs ]

 

They are moving
more tech equipment

 

into that building
than NASA.

 

And if they're skulking around
in the middle of the night,

 

they are definitely
hiding something.

 

Nice teddy.
Next time, buy her a silk one.

 

She's not 6 years old.

 

You know, Lois, I think
we should drop this story.

 

You sound like
you want it all to yourself.

 

Wait. Is there something
about that tower

 

that you're not
telling me?

 

No.

 

It's Valentine's day.

 

We should be out having dinner
together, by candlelight.

 

Clark, Valentine's day is just
a smarmy Hallmark holiday

 

engineered
by corporate executives

 

to convince people
to spend hard-earned money

 

on dead flowers
and overpriced meals...

 

... but not you two.

 

Lois, you're kind
of overreacting, even for you.

 

History has proven
that if I embrace V-day

 

in any romantic way
at all,

 

it always ends
in disaster.

 

Valentine for the lady?

 

No, thank you.
She doesn't really --

 

Actually -- what?
I didn't have any dinner.

 

Happy Valentine's day.

 

[ twinkling ]

 

Whoa.
[ chuckles ]

 

Easy with the pixie dust there,
Tinker Bell.

 

Looks like it's too late
to follow that story anyway.

 

It's never too early
for nachos,

 

and it's never too late
for hard-hitting journalism.

 

Lois, maybe we should put our
relationship before our work,

 

just for tonight and --

 

Hold hands?

 

You could come a-courtin'
on your horse and buggy.

 

All we need
is a chaperone.

 

Sounds mighty traditional.

 

And what's wrong
with that?

 

With all of our crossed
text messages lately,

 

I thought maybe sometimes...

 

I want...

 

us to have a more
traditional relationship.

 

Lane.

 

The R.A.O. has scheduled
a ribbon-cutting

 

at the solar tower
in two days.

 

I'm gonna need
the exposé now.

 

Two days.

 

Lois, maybe I should
check on those building permits

 

that you were talking about.

 

You wanted to avoid

 

the whole Valentine's-day-thing
thing, right?

 

Anything for your career,
sweetie.

 

Lane?

 

Here's the scoop, buddy.

 

A traditional woman does not
spend her time in the office

 

when she can be at home
taking care of her man.

 

I quit.

 

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[ air whooshes ]

 

Hey.

 

I was gonna ask you

 

for the lowdown
on your v-day with Lois,

 

but something about you
being here with me

 

tells me it didn't
go over so well.

 

Do you have the passports
and I.D. cards ready?

 

Or we could get right down
to business.

 

All the materials
you would ever need

 

to escape your life
and start a new one.

 

Thanks, Chloe.
You're a life-saver.

 

[ chuckles ]
If by that you mean

 

sweet on the outside
and empty in the middle,

 

that's pretty much exactly
how I feel right now.

 

I realize
you're not on board

 

with me helping
the Kandorians.

 

Yeah, well,
you know how it is.

 

You find out that one of them
skewers you to death

 

in the post-apocalyptic future,
you kind of lose interest.

 

Yeah, well,
I know it seems like

 

I may have overlooked
some of their mistakes.

 

Mistakes? By "mistakes" do
you mean them building a tower

 

so they can give themselves
powers to take over the world?

 

I want to lead them
to a better place.

 

The tower will be completed
in two days.

 

Granted, they haven't got
the satellites up and running

 

to change the atmosphere,
but come on, Clark.

 

We both know
one of them killed your father.

 

Look, maybe it would
just be safer

 

if we sent the Kandorians
to the Phantom Zone.

 

I know that
you're saying that

 

because you want to
protect people,

 

but right now, I want you
to focus on watching my back.

 

Leave the rest
of The Planet to me.

 

Clark.

 

I will protect you...

 

no matter what it takes.

 

Faora.

 

Alia.

 

I have the papers.

 

It's your new life.

 

You'll have
your own identities.

 

I misjudged you, Kal-El.

 

I was born
into the military.

 

I never had a choice
to live as a civilian.

 

We can't repay you.

 

Tell me
who killed my father.

 

I know that Zod
took him from Tess.

 

And was he the last one
to see Jor-El alive?

 

I know you want justice,
but be careful.

 

Zod has a lot
of loyal followers,

 

and if you go after him,
there will be war.

 

Hey, sweetie pie!

 

Welcome home.

 

Lois, what's going on?

 

I moved in.

 

But don't worry, I'm camped out
into the guest room

 

until we get engaged.

 

Engaged?

 

[ dishes clinking ]

 

Move over, Betty Crocker.

 

I have got
this cooking thing down.

 

How's your pot roast?

 

Oh, it's delicious.

 

[ Shelby whimpers ]

 

Wonderful.

 

It was really sweet of you
to do all of this.

 

Well, I am just so proud of you
for bringing home the bacon.

 

The least I can do
is cook it up in a pan.

 

And, well...

 

never let you forget
that you're the man.

 

Lois,
did something happen?

 

You just seem
so cheerful, I...

 

Well, you said you wanted
a more traditional relationship,

 

And you were
very persuasive.

 

What if I miss
the old Lois?

 

Too late.

 

I... quit my job
at The Planet.

 

You did what?

 

Yeah.

 

Now, instead of being chained
to a desk all day,

 

I get to be
your ball and chain.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Lois,
you can't quit reporting.

 

That job is your life.

 

And now my life
is with you,

 

for better or for worse,

 

for richer or for poorer.

 

Lois,
what are you talking about?

 

You're absolutely right.

 

What kind of adjective
is "poorer"?

 

Somebody is gonna need
an editor...

 

... for their vows.

 

Right.

 

You know, Lois,
there's something at the office

 

that I need to...
investigate.

 

All right,
Mr. Cold Feet.

 

I'll keep
the home fires burning.

 

Rain check on talking
about the big event for now.

 

You better make an honest woman
out of me, Clark Kent.

 

Security!

 

I'm afraid
they're otherwise engaged.

 

Ah -- no.

 

I like you
just where you are.

 

Then maybe
you'd like to join me.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

You're already in bed
with someone else.

 

Kal-El.

 

[ clicks tongue ]

 

Wrong choice
of bedfellows.

 

I'm moments away
from completing my tower.

 

I thought you needed
the Book of RAU to finish it.

 

We found another way.

 

And it seems
your satellite systems

 

are lagging
behind schedule.

 

We're onlining
the safety tests now.

 

I'll handle that,
thank you.

 

Only I can run them.

 

[ scoffs ]

 

Well, now that
I've got your fingerprints,

 

I can access all of
the networking data without you.

 

Cheers.

 

You're digging
your own grave.

 

Then, you better make sure

 

there's room in there
for both of us.

 

You neglected to tell me

 

that Kal-El was supplying
new identities to my people.

 

They're no more your people
than they are his.

 

And eventually,
he will be their leader.

 

Now, don't underestimate
their loyalty to me.

 

But they don't see you
as the savior that he is.

 

There's blood on your hands.

 

You're tainted --
a reminder of their past.

 

He's the promise
for their future.

 

It's what you've always wanted,
isn't it --

 

Help give my people
their powers

 

so they can save
your doomed planet?

 

Hand over the reins
to Kal-El and then what?

 

Hmm?

 

Get rid of me?

 

If necessary.

 

[ scoffs ]

 

We need the knowledge
of your people

 

to help us reverse the damage
we've done here,

 

to show mercy
to this planet.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

When I take over
those satellites tomorrow,

 

and when I gain
my own powers...

 

... you will be the one
who needs mercy.

 

Clark?

 

Hey, Chloe.

 

Lois.

 

Well, it is amazing
what four hours

 

of scrubbing a kitchen
can do.

 

[ sighs ]
It simply sparkles.

 

Okay.
Let's open a window.

 

I think you may have gotten
a contact high

 

with that
lemony-fresh scent.

 

And why is
your vinyl collection here?

 

Drum roll, please.

 

Chez Kent
has a new resident.

 

I moved in!

 

Great.

 

We can have you move back
to the Talon

 

and all packed up
before the sun's up.

 

Look, I-I'm sorry
that you're, uh,

 

having a hard time
with this, Chloe,

 

but this love train
has left the station.

 

No, the love train
has jumped the tracks.

 

I've seen Clark in love before,
and it always holds him back.

 

Okay, you know what?

 

It is just a little sad
that the only way

 

that you can get close to Clark
right now is to play mother hen.

 

Clark is
a very private person,

 

and when the chips are down,
everyone can see your cards.

 

Hey.

 

Clark knows
that he can trust me.

 

Just like The Blur?

 

[ gasps ]

 

When you were secretly
talking to him

 

and you announced it to everyone
on national television?

 

I never planned for it
to happen that way.

 

Okay. Look,
you know what?

 

As long as I've known you,

 

you have always
had to have the scoop,

 

but when it comes
to understanding the real Clark,

 

you are always gonna be
a second-stringer.

 

Ah! [ gasps ]

 

You know, this whole
Martha Stewart-makeover thing

 

isn't fooling anyone.

 

Once Clark knows you,

 

the real you underneath
all of this Lois armor,

 

he's gonna see that
you're just a scared little kid

 

who runs away
the second anything goes wrong.

 

If you really love him,

 

the best thing you can do
for Clark is leave him.

 

[ door slams ]

 

Excuse me.

 

You sold my friend and I
some candies the other night.

 

Oh, yeah.
That's right.

 

[ chuckles ]
You were with the bitter chick.

 

Right. Well, the bitter chick
isn't feeling so good.

 

She kind of got sick.

 

I'm retracing her steps.

 

Was there anything
in that chocolate you sold her?

 

Uh, yeah.

 

Fat.

 

I ate two boxes
and gained three pounds.

 

Thanks.

 

Fairy dust.
That was -- that was cute.

 

Where'd you get it?

 

Yeah, I --
I don't know what it is,

 

but it comes from some quarry
in Smallville.

 

Meteor rock.

 

[ cellphone buzzes ]

 

[ beeps ]

 

Is that your girlfriend?

 

No, she's not my...

 

we don't use that word.

 

Oh.

 

(Lois)
[ crying, sniffling ]

 

Lois?

 

Are you all right?
What's the emergency?

 

[ crying continues ]

 

Oh, um...F-false alarm.

 

Are you sure?

 

'cause you seem kind of...

 

kind of pathetic.

 

Right?

 

I mean, why even bother going
through the motions, Clark?

 

This whole moving-in thing
together was a joke.

 

You're not yourself
right now.

 

Come on!
I'm not stupid.

 

I could tell that you just hated
that burned brick of meat!

 

Let's get you some water.

 

Stop trying
to sugarcoat it, Clark.

 

I am not good for you,
Clark!

 

Chloe was right
to protect you from me.

 

Well, Chloe can be
overprotective sometimes.

 

No.

 

She hit
the target head-on.

 

She said that it was gonna
wreck us, and she's right.

 

Clark, I don't --

 

I don't know
the first thing

 

about family time
or dinners at home.

 

I don't.

 

Lois, I'm glad
that you're opening up to me,

 

but there's something else
going on here.

 

You're right.

 

Something is going on.

 

I've made a fool of myself
long enough.

 

It hurts me
to be around you.

 

I have to leave you, Clark --
leave Smallville.

 

Lois, you --
you need to sleep on this.

 

I promise things
will look better in the morning.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

No, they won't.

 

Clark, I'm a big girl.

 

I can pull myself up
by my own bootstraps,
thank you very much.

 

I just -- I had hoped

 

that somehow I'd be able
to pull it off,

 

The whole
making-a-home thing.

 

Lois, stop.
You are home.

 

No.

 

A home is for real.

 

For always and forever.

 

Not this.

 

Goodbye, Smallville.

 

Lois, you can't leave.
Not yet.

 

I promise we'll be together,
always and...

 

forever?

 

Do you mean it?

 

I do.

 

[ sighs ]

 

Guess we can move my stuff
out of the guest room now.

 

[ beeping ]

 

[ sighs ]
Clark, it's good you're here.

 

For some reason,
Chloe has shut me out

 

of all of Watchtower's systems.

 

Everything's encrypted.

 

I'm sorry to hear that,
Emil,

 

But I have my own fires
to put out.

 

Do you know where Chloe is?

 

She's gone.

 

She's activated laser trip wires
around the system core.

 

[ scoffs ]

 

There's firewalls around
firewalls around firewalls.

 

I can't get into it.
I've tried every iteration.

 

Emil, look,
I want you to calm down.

 

Just try to relax
for once.

 

Emil?

 

Whatevs.

 

This place goes nuclear,
it is not my problem.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

I want you to go back
to the way you were.

 

There are no backsies
in this lifetime.

 

Where are you going?

 

I need a brew.

 

This job's
way too stressful.

 

I need to figure out a way
to reverse this.

 

I think I breathed in
some sort of new meteor rock.

 

[ laughs ]

 

Dude, hasn't anyone
ever told you not to inhale?

 

This is serious.

 

It's like you and Lois
are doing whatever I say,

 

but then I can't un-do it.

 

Normally,
Kryptonite only affects me,

 

not other people.

 

Sounds kind of like hypnosis
to me.

 

People are pathetic.

 

They're open to suggestion.

 

I bet it's great
with the ladies.

 

How do I stop putting people
into hypnotic trances?

 

Mm.

 

Well, maybe...

 

you don't need to stop.

 

Maybe you just need
to chill.

 

Use it or lose it, Kent.

 

Come on!

 

There's got to be
something out there
that you're after. Huh?

 

There is no luck.

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

Oh, Mrs. K., can I really?

 

Thanks so much!

 

But actually,
I'm wearing it right now!

 

I found it
in the back of your closet.

 

I know.

 

Clark will just love it.

 

Thanks...

 

... Mom.

 

Okay, I have
breaking news.

 

Brace yourself.

 

I am getting married!

 

(Woman) [ screaming ]
[ laughs ]

 

Come on, dad. Can't we just
hitch a carrier to Greece?

 

I'm only getting married once.

 

We need to talk.

 

Why would I make time
for you?

 

You're trying to isolate me
from my people.

 

You lost your right to lead
when you killed my father.

 

He was a brother to me.

 

We had our differences,
but I could never take his life.

 

I want you
to tell me the truth.

 

Did you kill Jor-El?

 

I didn't kill him.

 

But I know who did.

 

Tess Mercer.

 

How is that possible?

 

Well, she obviously
had her own agenda.

 

She was the only one
who knew where he was.

 

She was the only one
who could finish the job.

 

You are his firstborn.

 

Only you can seek
retribution.

 

I'm not gonna kill Tess.

 

It's the Kryptonian way.

 

You cannot
let this injustice stand.

 

Kal-El.

 

You knew when you started
on this path

 

that you had to
get your hands dirty.

 

You must avenge him.

 

I...

 

I can't.

 

[ scoffs ]

 

I tortured him.

 

I beat him black and blue.

 

I threatened him, and he still
wouldn't give you up.

 

You were the son
he never met,

 

and he was still willing
to sacrifice his life for yours.

 

He died protecting you,

 

And you won't even defend
his honor.

 

You don't think
I want justice?

 

You don't think
I want revenge?!

 

You don't think sometimes
I want to be a killer like you?

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

[ keys clacking ]

 

I can't believe
he piggybacks my cameras.

 

(Tess) And I can't believe
you actually managed

 

to be of some use.

 

Go ahead.

 

Hack yourself silly.

 

You'll never crack
my system.

 

This isn't so much cracking
as it is bleeding out.

 

This is the digital equivalent
to the ebola virus.

 

[ beeps ]

 

You take down my firewalls,
and you'll be exposing Clark

 

to much greater dangers
than you can even imagine.

 

I've done everything in my power
to postpone this,

 

but the day
has finally come.

 

The tower is ready.

 

It's linked up
to the satellites.

 

The countdown has started,
and in t-minus 18 hours,

 

the atmosphere will turn red

 

and the Kandorians
will have their powers.

 

But I have lost my faith
in Zod.

 

If Clark joins them,

 

he can rule over
all the Kandorians, even Zod.

 

But you and I
have to work together.

 

It's quite the offer.

 

Let me think about it.

 

I'm sorry,

 

but embracing the red skies
definitely violates

 

my no-conspiring-with-baddies
policy.

 

[ grunting ]

 

Aaah!

 

[ gun cocks ]

 

Should have aimed
a little higher.

 

[ breathing heavily ]

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

My father was murdered,
and I'm here to collect.

 

Collect on what?

 

Justice, vengeance.

 

It just depends
whose side you're on.

 

You confided in me, Clark.

 

You revealed your powers.

 

You know I haven't
told anyone your secret.

 

Only to sell me out to Zod
and the others.

 

No.

 

So that
you could lead them.

 

You've seen the future,
Tess.

 

You know what happens.

 

Which is why you have to join
the Kandorians

 

and defeat Zod so he doesn't
take your powers away.

 

He doesn't take them, Tess.

 

Your tower does
when it goes online.

 

No, the satellites
just create a shield

 

that filters
the radiation.

 

And block the source
of my power,

 

giving them theirs.

 

You have to believe me.

 

I had no idea
that your powers disappeared.

 

Don't worry, Tess.

 

I'll save your world.

 

Just not with you in it.

 

Alia?

 

Why did you call me here?

 

I'm sorry.

 

I did it
in the name of RAU.

 

Jor-El --
he thought we were abominations.

 

He would have destroyed us.

 

You killed him?

 

Justice must be served.

 

[ gunshot ]

 

(Clark) Yeah, mom,
about the engagement --

 

there was
a miscommunication.

 

They're gonna print
a retraction.

 

Sure, I'll tell her.

 

Okay,
I love you, too, mom.

 

[ telephone clicks ]

 

My mom says, "when you're ready,
you can borrow it."

 

Do you have any idea
what she's talking about?

 

Nope. [ chuckles ]
it's greek to me.

 

Speaking of Greece,
your dad left a message.

 

Oh, you know what?

 

I-I just need to make
a few phone calls here.

 

Donna Reed on crack.

 

I just -- I'm never
gonna buy chocolate
from another fairy.

 

I promise you.
I wasn't myself.

 

I don't know
what she put in that stuff.

 

It's too bad.
I kind of liked your outfit.

 

You really are an old-fashioned
romantic, aren't you?

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Well, I guess it's easier

 

to complain
about Valentine's day

 

than it is
to give it a shot.

 

So, in the face
of the candy-coated,

 

emotional manipulation
of V-day,

 

Maybe I just need to trust

 

that what we have
is something more.

 

[ cellphone vibrating ]

 

It's Chloe.

 

She's been really sweet.

 

She left 12 messages
apologizing for what she said

 

after she found out that I moved
in together... with you, here.

 

Yeah, we should talk.

 

Right.

 

When you asked me
to move in with you here,

 

I know it seemed like
a good idea at the time.

 

Yeah, but it wasn't --

 

and about
the whole proposal --

 

It was a dream-come-true
level of "wow,"

 

but, um, things are moving
a little too fast for me.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Right.

 

I don't know
what I was thinking.

 

We should just stick to our plan
and take things slow.

 

I am so relieved
to hear you say that.

 

We just have to continue
being honest with each other.

 

Yeah.

 

About everything, right?

 

God knows
I spilled my guts.

 

Clark, if you had
a really big secret...

 

... would you trust me
with it?

 

You're the most
trustworthy person I know.

 

But I confessed
to the whole world

 

that I was talking to The Blur
on national television,

 

And I really meant
to keep that secret.

 

I don't think
The Blur minds, Lois.

 

You were doing
the right thing.

 

You were protecting him.

 

But that's not the point.

 

Look,
I know it sounds crazy,

 

But I'm just afraid
that my big mouth

 

is gonna wreck our relationship
one day.

 

Don't worry, Lois.

 

It's not gonna be that easy
to get rid of me.

 

How'd she die?

 

By my hand.

 

You killed her?

 

She confessed
she murdered your father.

 

She was
one of the zealots

 

who thought he would
find a way to destroy us.

 

She didn't deserve to die.

 

You've gone too far,

 

Just like when you did
when you sent me to see Tess!

 

You want to become
one of us.

 

You want to live by our ways,
and yet, you reject them.

 

Kal-El, when you came to us
with your powers, I thought --

 

I thought it represented hope
for all of us,

 

but because you were too weak
to do it,

 

I had to kill
one of my own soldiers...

 

... to get justice for you.

 

This isn't
my kind of justice.

 

In the coming days,

 

you will see there is
only one kind of justice.

 

And then
you will have to decide

 

if you really are
one of us.

 

[ beeping ]

 

If you were really
under a command to protect me,

 

why didn't you
let me kill her?

 

Because sometimes
protecting you

 

means protecting you
from yourself.

 

You're someone
we all have to believe in.

 

Nothing can compromise that.

 

Zod took matters
into his own hands.

 

He killed
Jor-El's murderer.

 

It was Alia.

 

So, now Alia
can't slay me in the future

 

like she's supposed to.

 

This means the future
that we saw is changing.

 

But there's only one way
to be sure.

 

When the first rays of the sun

 

fall upon the solar towers
tomorrow morning,

 

it will herald the dawn
of a new age of infinite power.

 

[ rumbling ]

 

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